My Land, My Rules

Liliana was nosy, but Liliana would also be furious if random people found their way into her bedroom and so refrained from going in, though if the door were open, then she'd likely at least take a peek.

"Indeed," Liliana said, picking up a book on Shakespeare and flipping through it, frowning at--something within it. "He and I both appreciate history books, though I prefer examining history via their arts and culture, rather than war." Her eyebrows contracted - she seemed both frustrated by something and also truculent.